The Road To Our New Home

It happened in the Winter of 2010/2011. I’d just had enough. Enough snow, enough ice, enough rain, and clouds. I’d had enough of feeling a bit on the “outside.”

I longed for warm weather. Sunshine. Palm trees. Tank tops.  Dinner on the porch. Instead, it was the second spring in a row that I sat in my office working by a little space heater running furiously.

I’m not sure if God’s hand was in my feelings, or if my feelings God decided to have a hand in. But either way – a hunger started to grow in me for something different. More.

I didn’t want to stay in the “it’ll do.” I wanted to thrive. For me, that meant sunshine.

I talked to my husband and he had some similar feelings. Some of his were for different reasons. Mission trip after mission trip had grabbed hold of his heart, as well. He wanted a change. Something more.

There were many moments where I felt like nothing would ever change. And I felt bad for wishing that it would. Certain situations and circumstances I knew were blessings from God and I was afraid to jeopardize them. To jeopardize my kids in a new place. Would it affect their lives negatively forever?

Then I’d hear a podcast. A quote. Read a devotional. And once again my heart would be renewed. I’d be encouraged to not settle. I’d be reminded of who lived inside of me and who gives me my dreams.

The road - although in retrospect seems quite short, it felt like it took forever. But my God is so BIG. He is so amazing.

I believe I will look back and see how God wove a perfect path for our family as we began this quest to a new life in a new place.

…..to be continued